SHERLOCK HOLMES AND WATSON ARE CHARACTERS CREATED BY SIR DOYLE.
As was his custom, Holmes spent the first half of that evening with his eyes blissfully closed as a serene tune gracefully poured from his violin. I was content to simply smoke my pipe and listen to the enchanting music, for we had just closed a most complicated and perilous case wich I entitled in my narrative, THE CASE OF THE BEFUDLED BELLBOY.
Suddenly, our peace was inturupted by the sound of three sharp knocks on our door. "Well who the devil can that be?" Holmes said in an irritated voice, putting down his violin.
"I'll get it, Holmes." said I, standing up.
I openned the door to let in a young woman of fair appearance and obvious high class. She had dark silken hair and striking blue eyes that left me quite speechless for a moment.
"Ahh Mrs. Andler." said Holmes, standing up. "I'm glad to see you trip from India was a success. Personally, I dislike children, but I suppose you have to have greate patience if you'r willing to be a teacher. I must also congradulate you on you'r recent marriage and wish you and you'r German husband much happiness. Won't you be seated?"
Mrs. Andler merely stared at my friend in utter astonishment. "My word, Mr.Holmes!" she said. "How on earth did you know all that? I'm sure I'v never seen you befor."
Holmes shrugged off her question in a bored manner. "Elementry." he said shortly. "I suppose there is a reason you'v come to see me."
"Yes of course. It...Well it concerns my mother. Ever since I married John she has been acting extremely strange. Almost never in the house and when she is, never speaking. She keeps forgetting very personal facts such as the names of family members and where we used to live and what I do for a living and such."
She paused for breath and looked at Holmes who seemed to be deeply absorbed in his twidling thumbs.
She continued, "Now comes the strangest part. About a week ago I was visitting my mother when the door knocked. When she opened it, an old haggard man stood there. They muttered a few words and my mother closed the door. She came back to the tea table looking very pale and shaken and refused to divulge any information on what had occurred. That night she dissappeared."
She looked beseechingly at my friend, "Won't you help me, Mr. Holmes?"
Holmes let out a sigh. "Well Mrs. Andler, first be so kind as to answer a few questions. Are you left handed?"
"No."
"Then you'r right handed."
"Yes."
"Do you like brown horses or white horses?"
"What?- Oh...well white I suppose."
"Do you own a pet?"
"Yes."
"A dog?"
"A cat."
"What's it's name?"
".....What does this have to do with anythi-"
"Just answer the question."
"Toodle."
"What have you eaten for breakfast?"
"Really Mr. Holmes-!"
My friend threw back his head and laughed, "Oh dear Watson. I was wonderring when she would catch on."
Our visitor's face turned red and she stood up angrily. "Well-well! I have never been so insulted in my life!"
"Holmes what is the meaning of this outrage?!" I yelled. I ushered Mrs. Andler to the door, utterring appologies all the way. I turned on Holmes as soon as she had left. "Now what was all that about? That poor woman-"
"Always looking out for the fairer sex, aren't we Watson?"
"That rudeness was uncalled for!"
"No but it was fun. I wasn't planning on taking the case anyway."
"Why not?"
"Because it was the most boring case that has ever come up in my most distinguished carreer."
And with that, he picked up his violin and continued his interupted evening.
As was his custom, Holmes spent the first half of that evening with his eyes blissfully closed as a serene tune gracefully poured from his violin. I was content to simply smoke my pipe and listen to the enchanting music, for we had just closed a most complicated and perilous case wich I entitled in my narrative, THE CASE OF THE BEFUDLED BELLBOY.
Suddenly, our peace was inturupted by the sound of three sharp knocks on our door. "Well who the devil can that be?" Holmes said in an irritated voice, putting down his violin.
"I'll get it, Holmes." said I, standing up.
I openned the door to let in a young woman of fair appearance and obvious high class. She had dark silken hair and striking blue eyes that left me quite speechless for a moment.
"Ahh Mrs. Andler." said Holmes, standing up. "I'm glad to see you trip from India was a success. Personally, I dislike children, but I suppose you have to have greate patience if you'r willing to be a teacher. I must also congradulate you on you'r recent marriage and wish you and you'r German husband much happiness. Won't you be seated?"
Mrs. Andler merely stared at my friend in utter astonishment. "My word, Mr.Holmes!" she said. "How on earth did you know all that? I'm sure I'v never seen you befor."
Holmes shrugged off her question in a bored manner. "Elementry." he said shortly. "I suppose there is a reason you'v come to see me."
"Yes of course. It...Well it concerns my mother. Ever since I married John she has been acting extremely strange. Almost never in the house and when she is, never speaking. She keeps forgetting very personal facts such as the names of family members and where we used to live and what I do for a living and such."
She paused for breath and looked at Holmes who seemed to be deeply absorbed in his twidling thumbs.
She continued, "Now comes the strangest part. About a week ago I was visitting my mother when the door knocked. When she opened it, an old haggard man stood there. They muttered a few words and my mother closed the door. She came back to the tea table looking very pale and shaken and refused to divulge any information on what had occurred. That night she dissappeared."
She looked beseechingly at my friend, "Won't you help me, Mr. Holmes?"
Holmes let out a sigh. "Well Mrs. Andler, first be so kind as to answer a few questions. Are you left handed?"
"No."
"Then you'r right handed."
"Yes."
"Do you like brown horses or white horses?"
"What?- Oh...well white I suppose."
"Do you own a pet?"
"Yes."
"A dog?"
"A cat."
"What's it's name?"
".....What does this have to do with anythi-"
"Just answer the question."
"Toodle."
"What have you eaten for breakfast?"
"Really Mr. Holmes-!"
My friend threw back his head and laughed, "Oh dear Watson. I was wonderring when she would catch on."
Our visitor's face turned red and she stood up angrily. "Well-well! I have never been so insulted in my life!"
"Holmes what is the meaning of this outrage?!" I yelled. I ushered Mrs. Andler to the door, utterring appologies all the way. I turned on Holmes as soon as she had left. "Now what was all that about? That poor woman-"
"Always looking out for the fairer sex, aren't we Watson?"
"That rudeness was uncalled for!"
"No but it was fun. I wasn't planning on taking the case anyway."
"Why not?"
"Because it was the most boring case that has ever come up in my most distinguished carreer."
And with that, he picked up his violin and continued his interupted evening.